Jeff Goins urges us today to just write, and not be afraid of the ugly first draft. So, I decided to test myself and wrote a poem on his blog this morning.
Here goes Ugly, composed on the spot:
There it is
the door
tall and narrow
surely I will never fit
heavy
surely I am not strong enough
I can't quite read the sign
held up by shiny tape
orange letters
or maybe
I can't quite believe them
I stand, hand poised
If I open it, I might fail
and that shakes me
If I open it, I might succeed
And that thought,
that kernel of hope
frightens me more
But here, on this side, I am only half me.
I need to see the whole
at least to know
beyond shadow
beyond doubt
that I exist,
even in failure,
even
in success.
I try the door
and to my wonder,
it swings freely
freely
the only strength needed
is here
here in my heart.
6/13/12
Naomi G. Martinez-Goldstick
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